HOPE
It takes three freaking weeks to get our scores back. As the requirements, we all had to write an application examination for the Choosing Game. We are twenty ladies in total — twenty bitches, according to Lucy, who surprisingly is called on stage after Josie and me. Until I fully understand whose side she's on, I'm not getting involved with her.
Seven other candidates are from Brookshigh and the rest are in normal human universities — because they already, from childhood, learn how to live and blend among humans and they didn't find the need to be at Brookshigh.
The moment I step into the lecture hall, my wolf sends up alarms loud enough to shake the ground.I'm so freaking nervous
I hate that weird, almost-sentient pull in my chest, but it's never wrong. It has saved me a countless number of times. It's like a sniper's scope, locking in on danger.
Everyone else seems unbothered — chatting, laughing. How can they not feel this? Am I losing my goddamn mind?
